Songs

Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow

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					8.5.8.5.D.

1	Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow,
	One bright gleam I see;
	Well I know the blessèd morrow
	Christ will come for me.
	‘Midst the light, and peace, and glory
	Of the Father’s home;
	Christ for me is waiting, watching,
	Waiting till I come.

2	Long the blessèd Guide has led me
	By the desert road;
	Now I see the golden towers,
	City of my God,
	There, amidst the love and glory,
	He is waiting yet;
	On His hand a name is graven
	He can ne’er forget.

3	There, amidst the songs of heaven,
	Sweeter to His ear
	Is the footfall through the desert,
	Ever drawing near.
	There, made ready are the mansions,
	Glorious, bright, and fair;
	But the Bride the Father gave Him
	Still is wanting there.

4	Who is this who comes to meet me,
	On the desert way,
	As the Morning Star foretelling
	God’s unclouded day?
	He it is who came to win me
	On the Cross of shame;
	In His glory well I know Him
	Evermore the same.

5	Oh! the blessèd joy of meeting
	All the desert past!
	Oh! the wondrous words of greeting
	He shall speak at last!
	He and I together entering
	Those bright courts above;
	He and I together sharing
	All the Father’s love.

6	Where no shade nor stain can enter,
	Nor the gold be dim;
	In that holiness unsullied
	I shall walk with Him.
	Meet companion, then, for Jesus,
	From Him, for Him, made;
	Glory of God’s grace for ever
	There in me displayed.

7	He, who in the hour of sorrow
	Bore the curse alone;
	I, who through the lonely desert
	Trod where He had gone.
	He and I in that bright glory
	One deep joy shall share;
	Mine, to be for ever with Him,
	His, that I am there.

					Gehard Teresteegen